All language subtitles for Vanity.Fair.2018.S01E01.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Vanity Fair.

Please remember, Vanity Fair is
a very vain, wicked, foolish place,

full of all sorts of humbug,
falseness and pretension.

Not a moral place, certainly, nor
a merry one, though very noisy.

A world where everyone is striving
for what is not worth having.

You forget your station,
Miss Sharp.

I do, yes,
daily and most sincerely.

I took you in when
you had nothing.

And got a very good
bargain for your trouble.

It's simple, Miss Pinkerton.

If you want me to teach the
girls music as well as French,

you'll have to pay me proper money,
or find me a situation elsewhere.

Lord knows that's what we
both want most in the world.

Becky...

If you think that
because you are clever,

society will overlook
your low birth...

I do, yes. Why not?

Then I fear the real world will
come as a dreadful shock to you.

I'm the only person
under your roof

who has the first idea what
the real world looks like.

I wanted a purebred Arab,
but Papa can be so unreasonable.

My other pony is a palomino.

So jealous!

I shall write to you
every single day.

Oh,
be sure I will never forget you.

Hush, girls, hush.

It's the last day of school,
not the end of the world.

Girls! Please!

For those of you leaving
us today, a little memento

of what my sister and I hope have been
happy years - a lovely dictionary.

With a more ladylike attitude,
you could have had a future here.

I'd rather beg in the streets.

Oh, yes, I see it now.

Only innocent foolishness could have led
me to think I could ever make something

of the daughter of an
artist and an opera girl.

Miss Sharp, you shall make
your way to Hampshire,

there to take up your new
situation as governess.

All the details are here.

Governess?!

Ungrateful wretch!

I am worth more than Hampshire!

We shall see if Sir Pitt
Crawley MP shares your opinion.

You start one week today.

An orderly queue, girls.

- Where am I to go till then?
- No longer my concern.

You see?

How a Christian may
seek to do good, girls,

only to find she has nursed
a viper in her bosom.

Gosh.

You might tell your parents the
headmistress they pay so well

can't speak a word of French.

Free at last.

Leave it there.

Damn and blast.

I'm sure she didn't mean it,
Miss Sharp.

Oh, no!
Oh, Becky, please don't cry.

No, Amelia, take no notice.

It's nothing.

Room for a little one?

Is that it, miss?

I travel light.

For now.

This is going to be such fun!

Amelia!

Amelia, what are you doing?

Well, poor Becky's got no-one,
so she's coming home with me.

Miss Sharp has a situation.

Miss Sharp is
going to Hampshire.

Poor dear girl didn't get
the best start in life.

Don't make excuses for the minx.

You gave that... serpent one
of my precious dictionaries.

It was only two and ninepence.

Vive la France!

Vive Napoleon!

Oh, I hate the whole place,
Amelia.

I hope I never set eyes
on that black hole again.

I wish it were in the
bottom of the Thames.

I never knew you capable of
such wicked, vengeful thoughts.

You are altogether
too good to be true.

So that was school.

And this is the world.

Candles, miss?

For King and country!

Our great city.

What are your hopes of it,
Amelia?

I'm just like any other girl.

I want to be married and happy.

What about you?

I want to make sure tomorrow
is better than today.

Every day.

Thank you.

Mama!

Oh, girl!

You'll squeeze her to death,
you ninny.

Papa!

My darling, welcome home.

You've heard me
speak about Becky.

Endlessly, yes, yes.

She's come to stay.

Oh, it's only for a week.
She's nowhere else to go.

What a lovely surprise!

Welcome. Come!

I'll take this.

Come on through.

All the girls adored her.

And we thought her so exotic,
Mama,

with her wild hair and
singing her little songs.

Little orphan. All alone.

Silly thing would cry
over a dead canary!

Thank you.

So, as to your father,
Miss Sharp.

He taught the girls drawing and
painting while still in health.

Alas, our Lord saw fit to reunite
him in Heaven with my beloved mama.

He was a man of great
talent and virtue,

and he died in my arms
with a prayer on his lips.

Poor darling.

I was so very fortunate

that dear Miss Pinkerton allowed
me to remain at the school

and gave me the opportunity
of helping to teach.

Miss Pinkerton is a saint.

Oh, they love you.

I knew they would.

Oh, Amelia.

What I'd give to have parents who
are so kind and fond and... rich.

Oh, they're not rich.
Not really.

Papa's only a stockbroker.

I'm sure he's a very good one, but
it's Jos who has the money to burn.

It's yours.

He won't mind. He brought me two
more when he came home from India.

Oh, my brother, Jos.

He's the Collector of Boggley
Wollah, it's in India.

What does he collect there?

Do you know, I've no idea!

India sounds so...

- Far away...
- So exciting.

We're about the same size.

Let's see.

Perfect colour.

For your complexion.

Wear it at dinner.

I can't believe you never told me you've
got a brother who's an Indian nabob.

Is your sister-in-law nice?

Jos, married?

Lord above, no!

No. My poor brother. He's...

He's terrified of young ladies.

Well, I shan't let the poor
soul be terrified of me.

Oh, he's early!

How do I look?

My hair.

Perhaps a necklace.

Maybe the cornelians.
Oh, Becky, I feel I may faint!

The young lady will be
pleased to see you, sir.

Oh, I thought I would die when
I didn't get a letter from you

for two whole weeks!

Silly miss! But I'm here now.

As I promised.
Although I can't stay long.

Hello.

I think, Amelia, this gentleman
is perhaps not your brother.

Oh, no!
This is George, of course.

Oh, Miss Rebecca Sharp,
my best friend from school.

Mr George Osborne,
my best friend from... forever.

Heard a good deal about you,
Mr Osborne.

The French mistress?

My family fell upon hard times.

She's only here for a week.

And I so long for the two
of you to love each other.

And we will. Miss Sharp.

Mr Osborne.

Mr Jos.

- Sir.
- Osborne.

Emmy!

Jos!

He is impossible. Jos!

Jos!

A challenge for you, Miss Sharp?

Yes,
we've lived here all our lives.

So your papa, the stockbroker,
in this house.

- Yes.
- And his papa, the banker, in that one.

George, yes.
And his papa, Mr Osborne.

Neighbours and best friends.

But an arranged marriage
is so old-fashioned.

What about falling
in love and so on?

We are in love, silly!

Ever since we were
little children.

I'd love my George if his
father were a chimney sweep.

It's love that matters, isn't
it? So much more than money.

Depends how much
you start out with.

You don't mean that!

When you find the right man...

He'll have lots of money,
or he won't be the right man.

I hope our British curry
is hot enough for you, Jos.

Mother, it's twice as good as
any of my curries in India.

I made it just the
way you like it.

Monkey curry, snake curry.

That's all they ever eat in Boggley
Wollah, isn't that right, Jos?

Don't torment the boy.

May I try some?

Oh, no, Becky.
You won't like it.

Mayn't I, Mr Jos?

I so want to learn
about Indian dishes.

Careful, Miss Sharp.

The collector is accustomed
to a lot of chilli.

- Mr Sedley...
- Nothing to do with me.

May I have a little
glass of water?

Please.

Gad.

When have you known him to be remotely
interested in young ladies until now?

Most fond mothers would find that a
welcome development in a son of 30.

An artist's daughter.
It's... demeaning.

Name me the young
lady of good breeding

who will want to accompany that
great lardy loafer to India.

My son is not lardy.

He's as vain as a girl.

He's a great deal vainer
than you ever were

in your whole life,
and that's saying something.

I beg your pardon.

- Thank you, Sam.
- Thank you.

Louisa, if the first girl to fish
for him hooks him, good luck to her.

I don't care who he marries.

This little friend Amelia's
is a white face, at any rate.

Better than sending him back to India,
into the arms of some dusky maharani.

Better than a dozen
mahogany grandchildren!

Well...

How far can she get in a week?

Mr Jos.

Hay fever. So help me,
Sam, I'm a martyr to it.

No, no.

Jos!

For Amelia.

For Miss Sharp.

No, no. The other way round.

You are kind...

You are kind at heart, sir,
like all your loving family.

We'll take these.

I'll find a vase.

Won't be a moment.

You must have so many fascinating tales
from your life in India, Mr Joseph.

And another time,
this enormous wedding elephant

just ran amok through the
village, with a great big parasol

waving violently above its head,
and tusks just everywhere.

And all its fingers
and toes painted.

- Fingers?
- Oh, toes!

They have a lot of toes,
do elephants.

And tusks, of course.
Scary tusks.

I'm sure YOU were not scared.

Indeed I was not.

I think I might...

Well, in fact, I did.
Yes, I did... I...

I ran out into its path,
and I seized it by the bridle...

And prevented the deaths of
so many innocent natives.

Indeed.

Indeed I did.

Definitely.

Are there many ladies in...
in Boggley Wollah?

Ladies? Lordy, no.

It's a lonely, marshy,
jungly sort of place.

I scarcely see a Christian face.

I shouldn't mind
that for a minute.

Not if there were
elephants and tigers and...

brave gentlemen.

Miss Sharp.

Becky.

Could you ever think...

I mean...

Could I ever hope...

Ooh, tiffin!

Excellent, thank you.

Oh, it's delicious.

Yes?

No.

Even though I was very
quiet and ladylike,

and enormously
interested in India.

Tomorrow. I know it.

Tomorrow or the next day
he will declare himself.

I know nothing of
Sir Pitt Crawley MP.

I cannot bear to be a governess.

I wasn't put on this earth to be
a poor and friendless spinster.

I have only three days before I
must leave for darkest Hampshire.

You're not going. You're not.

It's too unfair that you should
be unhappy when I am so blessed.

What are you doing?

Reminding George of a promise.

Well, I don't like her.

She's a nice, gay,
and merry young creature.

In fact, she's devilish like
that fine girl at Dumdum

that made a dead set at me.

Miss Cutler as was.

That was 10 years ago.

Didn't Miss Cutler
marry the surgeon?

I have a most killing flair
with the ladies, George.

It would be unfair of
you to suggest otherwise.

The ladies,
they'll need a chaperone.

Gad. Jos, you're the one
in need of a chaperone.

At least until the departure
of a certain young person

with fire in her eyes.

Oh, pooh. Nonsense.

Just the man.

The virtue of the Queen of
Sheba would be safe with him.

Dobbin of ours. I say, Dobbin.

Madness, but apparently,
I promised Mr Sedley's sister

- I would take her to Vauxhall.
- Vauxhall?

Will you join us for
a night's pleasuring?

Not entirely my cup of tea.

Oh, go on, Dob.
You're going to be my best man.

You ought to at least... see her.

Well, I have met her, haven't I?

Years ago.

Your tenth birthday party.
You must remember, Emmy.

Dobbin poured an entire bowl of punch
down your mother's green satin dress.

Long forgiven,
dear Captain Dobbin.

- Alas, I...
- Y-You were so young

and tiny, Miss Sedley.

I was big and awkward. Still.

Dobbin.

Dobbin!

The one you were at school with,
George.

The one who beat off that horrid
bully when you were just a little boy.

I just... took the other chap by
surprise, being much taller.

Old Dob dropped that villain like
a billiard ball into a pocket.

Hail Dobbin,
the conquering hero.

You'll always be my hero,
Captain Dobbin.

My dears.

Oh, he's been priming himself.
Damned fool.

The Collector of Boggley Wollah
is pleased to offer his arm to...

Miss Sharp,

for this evening's foray to
Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens.

Welcome, Miss Sharp, to the earthly
paradise that is Vauxhall Gardens.

- I intend to take it by storm, sir.
- And you shall.

It's the emperor
of India himself.

Watch he don't squash you, miss!

Do not be alarmed by the riff-raff,
Miss Sharp, for I shall protect you.

I know it, sir.

Oh, the music's started already.

Dob, take the shawls and things,
would you?

Thank you.

And get the tickets.
I'll pay you back.

Careful, Miss Sharp.

- I love this place!
- Absolutely thrilling, Miss Sharp.

- Get your drinks here.
- Yes, my man.

Stout?!

Don't you have claret, man?

They always had claret
here in the old days,

but now they let in any old Tom,
Dick and Harry.

Oh, Mr Jos, it's the whole point of
this place, as my dear papa used to say,

in happier times.

The air is sweet,
though, isn't it?

Isn't it, Miss Sharp?

Violets and roses and...

What's that, I can't quite...
I can't quite make it out.

- Thrilling, isn't it?
- Thrilling.

Gad.

Ladies and gentlemen, pray
raise your eyes to the heaven,

and there feast them on the
beautiful, the extraordinary,

the ineffable
courage and artistry

that is, all the way from Paris,
Madame Saqui!

I wish we could have come alone,
just the two of us.

Well,
that would miss the whole point.

I thought the point was
to gaze into my brown eyes

while the sun sets
romantically in the west.

Oh, look, I'm gazing,
I'm gazing.

Oh, Mr Jos!
Promise to protect me!

Take my hand, Miss Sharp, and we shall
ascend into the heavens together.

Bring up the rear,
Osborne, would you?

There's a good fella.

You're not nervous,
are you, Sedley?

Me? No. The idea!

Hold on tight now,
ladies and gentlemen.

Hold on tight. And up we go!

Higher!

Higher!

It's too high already!

Never too high, not for me.

I'm on top of the world.

George.

I don't think I'll ever be
happier than in this moment.

I very much hope
that's not true.

They've just come
out of nowhere.

Are you sure you're
not frightened?

I'm with you, Jos.

There may be footpads
and mountebanks.

And you're with me.

Oh, he's still here!

One shilling and sixpence, miss.

One and six?!

Vanity of vanities.

Tell me, hermit.
Shall we two be happy?

I can send you a tall,
dark, handsome stranger,

but...

you'll only break his heart.

I don't really
like this fortune.

Tell me another.

Give us another one and six,
then.

Or bugger off, smartish.

I'm not sure this fella
really is a Hindu, Becky.

Oh, tiffin.

Off we go, Miss Sharp.

I don't know about you,
Miss Sharp, but I need a drink.

No, no, leave this to me.

For the ladies.

Sir, may I help?

Be off with you. I can carve
better than any native.

Yes, yes.

I'll take that.

Beware, I'm very
terrible when I'm roused.

Jos, for heaven's sake,
let the poor fellow do his job.

- Shush.
- If there's nothing else, sir.

Rack punch! Bring rack punch.

Everyone drinks rack
punch at Vauxhall.

No, Jos, please don't.

The ladies won't drink it, I don't
like it, and you'll... regret it.

But it's tradition!

And besides, I need something to calm
my nerves tonight, George, old boy.

Well, you're on your own, man.

And we'd serve...

What a perfect night for...

So, oh, Miss Sharp.

Oh, Miss Sharp!

Bring another!

♪ More bright than May-day morn ♪ ♪ Whose
charms all other maids she'd surpass ♪

♪ A rose without a thorn ♪ ♪ This
lass so neat with smiles so sweet ♪

♪ Has won my right good-will ♪

♪ I'd crown resign
to call her mine ♪

♪ Sweet lass of Richmond Hill ♪
♪ The lass of Richmond Hill ♪

♪ Sweet lass of Richmond Hill ♪

♪ I'd crowns resign to
call thee mi-I-I-I-ne ♪

♪ The lass of Richmond Hill. ♪ Thank
you, thank you, you're too kind.

Oh, sing us another one, do!

Encore, bravo, fat boy!

If it will give the
ladies pleasure.

Go on, darlin'!

Ain't you gonna join
in with your big beau?

Please take us home.

For heaven's sake, Jos,
you've had enough. Ladies.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

My dearest soul,
my diddle-diddle-darling.

Jos. No, Jos. Jos, Jos, Jos.
No, no, no, no.

♪ On Richmond Hill there lived
a lass more bright than... ♪

Go, do something. Go!

Jos, that's enough.

Dance with me, George.

Stop it. That's enough.

Stop that.

That's enough.

My soul's delight.

My own one.

Miss Sharp, would you do me the
great honour and pleasure...

Back off, you scoundrel!

Becky,
everything has gone wrong!

Whose fault is that?

Jos, Jos, darling. Say it to me.

- Say it to me.
- Back away, Miss Sharp!

George! That is uncalled for.

That's right.

Insult me now when there's no-one
to defend me, but just you wait.

Knock him down, the swine.
Go on, darlin'!

Cheeky bastard!
Who's he think he is?

Stop it! Be off, madam.
All of you, stop it.

George, take the ladies
back to the carriage, now.

The show's over.

Come on, Becky.

Jos, we'll speak tomorrow.

Listen to me!
We'll speak tomorrow!

- Show's over.
- Come on.

Oh, my hat.

I can't feel my hat.

Come on.

- I adore her, Dobbin.
- I know.

- Dob-dob, I will marry her tomorrow.
- No, no.

And you shall be witness, and
we'll live haffily ever after.

- Good night, emperor!
- Good night!

You'll do nothing of the
sort and neither will I.

You know... You know what
the problem is, with you is?

You've never been in love.

I can't send you home
to Amelia in this state.

- Becky!
- Come on.

Becky! Becky...

- Horse Guards Parade.
- Sorry, Becky.

Bloody fool.

Oh, pull over, Dobbin.
Pull over.

I'm sorry George forgot
his manners tonight.

It's not like him.
Really, it isn't.

It's no surprise if he wishes
your brother to marry better.

Who is better than my friend?

All the women in England,
it seems.

But who can blame George
for wanting the best for you?

You're being too kind,
as always.

If there's to be any kindness
in me, I shall learn it here.

I do long to join your family,
Amelia.

So kind and warm and
welcoming to a poor orphan.

Can you love Jos, though?

As a husband?

In spite of the...

the rack punch and the singing.

I feel sure of it.

He is kind of heart, and as for his
manners, I should be the making of them.

He called you his soul's
darling. In front of everyone.

Then he must propose
marriage tomorrow.

I shall be the happiest
little orphan in London.

And we, too, shall be happy
wives and sisters forever.

Sedley!

Wake up!

No, no, no... Too loud.
Too loud.

I do believe I'm very
terrible when I'm roused.

Terrible? You're pathetic!

Oh, George, be kind.

He made a complete fool of
himself and his sister with his...

crying and singing.

I never sing!

On Richmond Hill, there lives a lass
more bright than something something.

Oh, my dearest
diddle-diddle-darling.

Oh, my soul's delight.

And you let her ogle you
and flatter you, and...

Tell him, Dobbin.

There's nobody else for me.
I worship her!

She worships your money.

Have mercy, George!

There's nobody else for me,
Dobs.

I know.

I'm a liberal man.
But I've got my pride.

And when I marry Amelia, I want
a lady for my sister-in-law,

not a French mistress.

Thank you.

- I'll take that.
- You will not.

It says clearly,
"Miss Amelia Sedley".

Not Little Miss Who
Does She Think She Is.

How can you be so rude to me
when I'm a guest in this house?

Not for long.

- A letter for you, Miss Sedley.
- Thank you, Sam.

It's from Jos.

He's gone to China.

Is he coming back?

He begs your forgiveness.

"Entreat her to pardon
and forget every word

I may have uttered when
excited by that fatal supper."

Better luck in your next life.

I'm sure he'll regret it.

Jos?

Or George?

Clearly wasn't meant to be,
and that's the end of that.

Moving on is something
I do know how to do.

No.

No, don't leave.

- I'm sure we can...
- No. No, we can't.

Take it.

Take both of them.

I can't bear to part with you.

My cornelians. Please.

And be accused of
stealing your jewellery?

- No.
- No, Amelia.

Believe me,
my desire for foreign travel

shall not lead me as a
convict to Australia.

- You are angry with me.
- No. No.

Not with you.

With the world, perhaps.

Write to me.

Write to me,
and I shall write to you.

I keep my letters in this box,
and soon the box will be full.

And we shall meet again.

We shall.

Meanwhile, I shall be governess and
learn to love every minute of it.

Yes, yes, I promise to love
you forever and ever and ever,

and tomorrow will be
better than today.

The rich man at his castle,
the poor man at his gate.

Fortunately, I'm not a man.

Drive on!

Yes, indeed, miss.

Happy to be of service to
such a lovely young lady.

Goodbye!

Thank you for everything.

Ooh, that was a long week.

Jos will soon forget her.

Amelia will soon forget her.

It's so unfair.

She has no-one!

Look, you don't know
the world as I do, Emmy.

Your friend must
learn her station.

How much further?

We're 'ere.

Queen's Crawley.

I can't even see a house!

This can't be right, coachman.

There's nobody home,
but I'm expected.

Indeed you are, young lady.

By Sir Pitt Crawley MP.

Who welcomes you to
his humble abode.

Sir Pitt?

How can you pay a governess
if you can't afford a coachman?

I can afford as many
as I damn well like.

But I like to drive
me own horses.

And I don't like to
teach me own children.

Don't mind old Gorer.

He's partial to a young lady.

Go now.

There you go. Head on.

Where is everyone?

I don't like a lot of
fuss in the evening.

- And why is it so cold?
- Cold?! Can't be.

We lit a fire just
this afternoon.

Who's that?

Oh, it's one of the Lady
Crawleys. I forget which.

Gorer, get your wormy
arse off the lady's bed.

Come on.

Well, now, Miss Sharp,
these shall be your quarters,

and very fine they are,
too, I think you'll agree.

There's a lovely view here.
In the daylight.

This was my wife's
favourite room.

Where's Lady Crawley tonight?

She died.

Right there in that bed.

Your face!

Gets them every time.

Come on, lad!

Sleep well.

- Are you sure you won't be lonely?
- No, certainly not. Mm.

Righto.